Brothers at Four O'clock

Stuff likes to happen here. It likes to follow. Life is busy. And journey. Again.
Ah, my eldest brothers home.

Four O'clock
By Whatomic
*written to this song: Bratja- Brothers

Once,

A girl all alone
                                enduring
stared into vicious words
buried herself                       hid
                          From them
Locked her eyes of ice
                                  on a screen of joyous lies
And watched...
                             only watched...
The clock

                      Turning later..
                                                and later...


Twice,

A girl wished
                        On the whole sky
Still of stars
                       Unbelieving
In her own words
heard                                  Silence
          Faltering
                               at the noise
of her gears...
                                 Screeching..
And growing...
           
                          slower...

                                                 and slower...


Thrice,

A girl waited
                               For someone
To save her
                            because
She wanted                              To keep
                     her hands clean
                                                 however
she waited...
                      And waited...
                                              and waited...
while the clocks hands
                                        had already
long...
                             stopped.